We come across articles online or in the papers about the divaesque behavior of the celebs. But what about the diva that lives within us all? The one who is temperamental? Volatile even and turns away in a huff? The one who turns up their nose at some transgression-imagined or otherwise. I am very closely … Continue reading Our Inner Diva
Four years ago I wrote this blog post and I'm still laughing about it. Sometimes all the way to the loo because when Red ends up being funny inadvertently, it's bad for my bladder. One of the biggest yarns ever spun in my home is about Red getting a 92 in Hindi many moons ago. … Continue reading Of Romance and Fried Eyeballs
Birthdays can be hectic, even without all the trappings of a "proper" birthday party. The Offspring (T.O), who shall not be referred to as MLM anymore, had a relatively no frills birthday this time around and while that didn't translate to no fun; it was still quite low-key. Be as that may, we are currently … Continue reading A Quick Getaway
Red and I completed 9 years in our parenting journey. They have been a lot of things but never dull. We were handed a longish and skinny baby who filled out quickly enough and we couldn't stop nom-noming on his cheeks, his nose and all his little limbs. You have never been digustingly mushy and … Continue reading 9
I wrote this post on a Word doc years ago and didn't get around to publishing it. Discovered it today and publishing it because it's still relevant and I'm still fighting for my space on the bed!" Travails of Sleepytime Many of us sleep alone at nights. And they are the lucky ones. The ones … Continue reading A Post From The Past
I'm an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace. I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your … Continue reading Serenity NOW!!
When I woke up with a weight on my chest this morning and realized it was my kid’s heel on my sternum, it led to yet another epiphany. Life’s like The Wizard Of Oz (hold the Wonderful). Dealing with kids often morphs us (read me all the way through) into the Wicked Witch of the … Continue reading Why Life’s Like The Wizard Of Oz